The first time my husband and I moved was two days after our honeymoon. We loaded up a trailer with our wedding gifts and other odds and ends and set off to drive three hours to where Derek had lived. We picked up another load of stuff and headed another three hours to our new…
“I don’t want my writing room and the gym to be in the same room,” I bowled my husband over with my (better) opinion before he had even closed his mouth. We hadn’t been in our new home for two hours, our household goods hadn’t arrived, and already I was ready to bite his head…
My life is no longer all about me. Today Justin and I dream of moving out west together. I cannot think of a better dream than moving with the love of my life back to the mountains. Although mountains are not outside my window now, I realize that I made the right choice and no…
